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All night, through the eternity of night,

Pain was my portion though I could not feel.

Deep in my humbled heart you ground your heel,

Till I was reft of even my inner light,

Till reason from my mind had taken flight,

And all my world went whirling in a reel.

And all my swarthy strength turned cold like steel,

A passive mass beneath your puny might.

Last night I gave you triumph over me,

So I should be myself as once before,

I marveled at your shallow mystery,

And haunted hungrily your temple door.

I gave you sum and substance to be free,

Oh, you shall never triumph any more!

I do not fear to face the fact and say,

How darkly-dull my living hours have grown,

My wounded heart sinks heavier than stone,